"Karen isn't here," he says between sips, even as Frank wedges himself into the corner regardless. Aurora doesn't seem to mind it at all, shifting partially into Frank's lap to fit. Kira shifts as well, leaning into the shelves as they settle and resting his head against his back-bent hand.

Maybe Frank already saw her, somewhere upstairs.

Maybe he has to check on the dogs first. She'd love that.

Kira, at this point, is entirely ambivalent. "From the bar, for once." He passes it across the dog with no puppy eyes needed. "Not one of those things with a name on it, unless someone tore it off." It's his now, but not so much so that he won't share it.